Leaving Tang Sancheng's body behind, Bai Yi and Ding Dali returned to the path. Whether the spiraling upward path leads to life or a path of no return, everything depends on fate.
Step by step, Bai Yi's body kept tensing up. Maybe whichever step he took, the mechanism would be triggered, and the terrifying quicksand would happen again. Ding Dali was also afraid, and there was a sound like a sound in his throat.
The thunderous voice is the fear of death. Are you not afraid of death? It’s just a reason to encourage yourself to live!
The stone walls on both sides were as cold as the face of death. Bai Yi did not look at them, but just looked at the road under his feet. He had been walking for half an hour. The upward road seemed to have no end. In a small space, he also needed to walk.
You can only move forward by bending your knees. Although half an hour is not long, your legs are already sore and weak. Bai Yi is like this, and the tall Ding Dali is even more overwhelmed. He has begun to breathe heavily.
"Brother Bai..." Ding vigorously wiped the sweat from his head, his legs trembling constantly.
"You wait here, I'll go up and take a look." Bai Yi asked Ding Dali to rest where he was, and he pushed himself up. This can't be an endless road, right? No matter how big the tomb is, the space is limited.
Bai Yi took out the flying knife on his body, carved a mark on the wall as a mark, and then continued to move forward.
Ding Dali sat alone on this long bluestone path. The longer the time passed, the more the hairs on his body stood up. In the silent space, fear spread little by little until Bai Yi's voice rang out: "
Dali, come up quickly, I found the exit!" Ding Dali climbed up quickly like an arrow from a string. He used his hands and feet. In a short time, he had reached Bai Yi's position, and saw a thick piece on Bai Yi's head.
The incomparable bluestone slab, Bai Yi had already dug out a gap next to the slab with a flying knife. There was a faint light coming through, shining on Bai Yi's head. It was the hope of life...
Bai Yi took out another throwing knife and threw it to Ding Dali: "Hurry up!"
The two kept digging around the stone slab until the stone slab moved a little. Bai Yi stepped aside. Ding Dali spat into the palm of his hand, roared, and pushed the stone slab upward with both hands. The light from outside suddenly shone on him.
On the two of them, they struggled to crawl outside and collapsed weakly on the ground...
After an unknown amount of time, Bai Yi took a long breath and shouted: "Dali, we are out."
Bai Yi didn't get a response. He looked sideways and saw that Ding Dali was lying on the ground, with the nails of his hands dug into the soil. He was holding back his sadness, but there was a muffled sound in his throat. It was suppressing
Bai Yi sighed at his own emotions, almost completely wiped out!
Ding Dali recovered on his own. He did not wait for Bai Yi's comfort. Brother Bai is just such a person, but it does not mean that he is ruthless. Dali asked with red eyes: "What should I do with this stone slab?"
"Block it." Bai Yi's heart suddenly moved: "No, don't seal it too tight."
Ding Dali was stunned for a moment. In his rough heart, he thought that maybe Brother Bai thought that the brother inside could still breathe? A sadness hit his heart. He suppressed his grief, carried the stone slab back to its original place, and grabbed some soil to pile it on top.
, did not cover it tightly, and then staggered behind Bai Yi. On the vast plain, the two people's backs became farther and farther away, until they disappeared in the vastness...
At this time, it was the autumn of 1931. This year was also called the 20th year of the Republic of China. In this year, an anti-Japanese trend began in the Shanghai business community. This trend spread to the whole country, making a big fuss. However, all this was related to the
Tang Sancheng has nothing to do with Bai Yi, because they each embarked on an unusual path. 1931 would be the end for most people, but it was about to be the beginning for these two people...